Poetry & Art

“Left open”

The waters climbed over my shores flooding my reins…Windows and doors ajar, it flowed into my pear-shape portalAll twilight and late morning, never shut to your desires if you aspire with passion as fires unending…I wait patiently, perhaps constantly, even presently!Left open to dancers in synchrony with the beat of my heart…I wait patiently, perhaps constantly even presently!That in moments of swiftly passing winds and fadingstars…I’ll find no reason to rage because I speak of truths from a meek and humble soul…